Prowling in Roazhon streets,
We claim our counter culture.
We support our local breweries,
And hail to our gastronomy.
We... are... Roazhoniz bastards!
Wandering the castle ruins,
Where wars took place.
We insult the Parisian supremacy,
We eat galette-saucisse.
Under the sign of the white ermine,
We honour our region.
Facing the demise of our land,
We'll stand till the last breath.
We... are... Roazhoniz bastards!
Praising a satanic philosophy,
Where christianity ruled.
We will conquer the world,
And spread the Hard Metal plague.
We... are... Roazhoniz bastards!
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